This is one hell of an Imperial IPA, big and bright and extremely boozy, it sits a cloudy peach colour in my glass and smells of penny sweets and rubber balls.
The malting is a sticky mix of honey and Brandysnaps, waffles and toffee, and the yeast adds a little salty kick while the booze builds and builds, turning the beer into your nan’s alcoholic Sunday trifle.
That desert that when you were little, made Sunday afternoon feel a little bit hazy as she’d stuck too much sherry in it and all you could do was watch crappy afternoon telly until The Top 100 came on the radio.
(Perhaps I’m just showing my age).
Oh, and then there are hops, lots and lots of hops.
They’re sharp and fresh and pithy, with nettles and lemon bonbons, lime leaves, mango and peaches, an they add a great big thwack of bitter herbal greenery to the long dry finish of this massive beer.
Source: Beers Of Europe